From the beginning of civilization

Chapter 152. The life of the armed puppet Xiao Guanxing.

Imperial calendar, somewhere in 1001

In a dim place, a slightly majestic voice said.

"The general trend of the world is that if it has been divided for a long time, it must be united, and if it has been united for a long time, it must be divided."

"Although this is a fixed destiny in the world, the thousand-year foundation of our Huang Nation cannot be decided today."

I looked up 45 degrees at the stargazing, looked at the dark place, and sighed.

"Ah...π_π."

"I only lament that even though I possess extraordinary talent, I still need the help of heroes from other worlds to help me untangle this chaotic world. It is truly a pity."

Just when I was deep in thought about stargazing, a voice came from the side.

"Fortune teller, can you please stop pretending?"

"You just want to see your Mr. Assassin, right? Hurry up and start. I still have to go home for dinner."

Guanxing held the feather fan tightly in his hand.

Looking at the little guy jumping not far away, he became more and more angry and threw the feather fan in his hand directly over.

"Eat, eat, eat. All you know is eating. Back then, Mr. Assassin kept you here, saying you were given the coordinates."

"Why, Mr. Assassin, why haven't you come to us yet?"

Little Stargazer, hands on hips: “Hey, hey, hey, you’ve wronged me again.

"Didn't I explain to you that the time inside the world bubble is different from the time outside?"

"A thousand years may have passed here, but over there it may have only been a week or two."

"Besides, I obeyed my master's orders to protect you."

"Without my protection, you wouldn't even know how you died all these years."

It would be fine if this wasn't mentioned, but as soon as it was mentioned, Guanxing became furious and looked at the arrogant little guy in front of him with sharp eyes.

"Oh, thank you so much. Who was it that played with fire and almost burned down my palace?"

"Who is it that never pays for things bought in previous years?"

"Also, who ruined my plan in that war hundreds of years ago? Do you know that even now, those people still call me a devil when they see me?"

"If you don't remember, I'll help you remember it. I have a very good memory."

Hearing about stargazing, he mentioned one thing after another

Especially the last one.

Little Guanxing lowered his head, put his hands behind his back, kicked the stone under his feet, pouted his lips and muttered.

"Fortune teller, I've already told you, don't mention it. Didn't I solve it for you? Besides, don't blame me for that."

"Who told that guy to throw away my roujiamo?"

"I just threw a light punch, but I didn't expect that guy to be so weak."

Seeing this.

Stargazing, I couldn't help but think of the war hundreds of years ago

A war started by Roujiamo.

At that time, a tribal leader came to the camp and wanted to negotiate.

He is the leader of that tribe and is very arrogant, but he also has the qualifications to be arrogant.

All the surrounding tribes respected him.

Little Guanxing took the roujiamo and skipped over to the front of the tent.

Maybe he was the leader of that tribe, his brain was a little inflated.

It seems that little Stargazer is easier to bully.

He kicked the roujiamo out of Xiao Guanxing's hand.

Then he was beaten by Xiao Guanxing and became paralyzed

Before the negotiations even started, he went back in disgrace.

That night, Xiao Guanxing sneaked out of the military camp and headed to the enemy tribe.

That night, while observing the stars and the celestial phenomena, I found that there was something abnormal about them.

It seemed as if there were colorful lights flashing in the sky in the north.

When I went to the tribe again the next day.

I saw that all the people in the tribe were leaning against a big rock.

Like a stack of monks, they made a strange pose

There were still dark marks on the stone wall behind them.

However, when they saw the stargazers, some of them shouted "devil" and fainted.

Others knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously.

To this day, legends of demons are still circulating in that area.

This is just one of them.

Because in these 1000 years.

The little guy left behind by Mr. Assassin is a little too troublesome, causing a lot of troubles, big and small.

Leaving behind many legends.

He held the star in his arms, took out an account book, and kept shaking it in his hands.

Little Guanxing's originally cocky expression instantly changed into another one. He rushed over and shouted, "Give it to me."

Guanxing dodged sideways and then put it in his arms.

Little Guanxing got up from the ground and brushed off the dust on himself, gritting his teeth and saying, "Fortune teller, if you don't tell me that this thing is burned, you are not keeping your word..."

Guan Xing sneered: "Haha, that account book was indeed burned, but I burned the copy."

"By the way, what I have is also a copy. Rita has many backups, hidden in many places."

"When Mr. Assassin comes, I will give this thing to Mr. Assassin. What will you do?"

Little Guanxing shuddered instantly, and the following picture appeared in the little guy's mind.

It was strapped to the operating table, and Van, holding a buzzing chainsaw, gradually approached.

Then there is no more.

Little Guanxing immediately performed a sliding kneeling motion, his legs rubbing against the ground to create sparks, and he hugged Guanxing's thighs.

"Don't hand that over. I'll do anything."

Guanxing threatened: "In that case, hurry up and stand in the formation, otherwise I will really hand the account book to Mr. Assassin."

"Oh..." Little Guanxing responded, hit his head, and walked into the formation.

Walk to the spoon part and sit cross-legged.

With his hands clasped together, a platform appeared below, with bursts of Buddha's light shining from behind.

"Donor, I have already finished it... Ouch!"

The next moment, a stone thrown by Guanxing hit his head.

"Be serious and remove all the special effects, otherwise..." Guanxing took out the account book from his arms.

Xiao Guanxing, with a pout, turned off the Buddha's light special effect.

Sitting there like a broken doll.

Watching the stars, he started to activate the formation.

The light flowed forward along the formation and lit up one candle after another on the road, and he was muttering something.

"The time has come, and the battle line is full."

"Seven stars and seven lights, the door is open."

"With this as a bond, I will change your name."

"Take me as your bond, and you shall respond accordingly."

…At this time, Guanxing noticed something was wrong.

Why did the formation light up when I hadn't even finished reading it?

"It won't fail, right?" This thought suddenly appeared in Guanxing's mind.

The next moment, an explosion sounded.

Raised a lot of smoke and dust.

Stargazing, he raised his arms and covered his mouth and nose.

However, some smoke and dust still entered his nasal cavity, causing Guanxing to cough slightly.

“Cough… cough cough…”

In his other hand he held a feather fan, fanning the dust around him, coughing and shouting into the dust.

"Ahem...little guy, are you okay?"

Xiao Guanxing's voice immediately came from the smoke and dust: "I didn't try, it seems that you, the fortune teller, have failed."